We got Boinks from the shelter while we were doing dog fostering. Here’s an excerpt on how she came to be called Boinka from back then:

9 pm: The Saint is so weak and unsteady on her feet that she has been falling on her big, sweet face all day. It reminds me of a bloopers show with the “Boink” sound effect, so I’ve been following her all day ridiculously saying, “Boink.” It’s starting to stick, so we’ve named her Boinka.

It’s a bit bittersweet now to see her unsteady on her feet once again, and hard to hold back the urge to say “Boink” when she faceplants into the carpet or grass. Ok, mom’s getting teary now.